The servants you know are in song i don't believe it
   the brothers are christian boys don't you believe it
   because all of their games are of killing and pride
   and you you're helpless
  
   the prefects were hanging beneath ready to beat me
   they must have woken again i was hoping to leave
   i know i'm on show i was caving again
   must i stand here feeling foolish
  
   fear was running down my leg and i wanted to kill him
   the song was far from me and i got a stare
   i know god is good he did nothing for me
   except sit by the door and bury me in weakness
  
   sorry days again
   i got a letter from you....